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circular drive—neatness was the order of the general’s turfJason could almost hear Swayne
commanding his groundskeepers to “police the area!”
Bourne glanced over at the cart by the Doberman; the driver was playfully pushing the dog
away, about to close the shielded panelOnly seconds now! What? How?
He saw the outlines of a tree limb on the ground; a rotted branch had fallen from the pine above
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toward the paved asphaltTo lay it across the drive might appear too obvious a trap, but partially
on the road—an intrusion on the pervasive neatness—would be offensive to the eye, the task of
removing it better done now than later in the event the general drove out and saw it upon his return
The men in Swayne’s compound were either soldiers or ex-soldiers still under military authority;
they would try to avoid reprimands, especially over the
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He heard the panel of the cart slam shut; the vehicle rolled forward, gathering speed as Bourne
raced back into the darkness of the pine tree
The driver steered the vehicle around the dirt curve into the driveAs rapidly as he had
accelerated, he slowed down, his single headlight beam picking up the new obstruction protruding
on the roadHe approached it cautiously, at minimum speed, as if he were unsure of what
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tall Plexiglas shield swinging forward as he stepped out on the drive and walked around the front of
the cart
“Big Rex, you’re one bad dog, buddy,” said the driver in a half-loud, very Southern voice
“What’d you drag out of there, you dumb bastard? The brass-plated asshole would shave your coat
for messing up his eestate! Rex? Rex, you come here, you fuckin’ hound!” The man grabbed the
limb and pulled it off the road under the
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view
“Holy shit! Who are you?”
“Someone who doesn’t give a damn whether you live or die,” replied the intruder calmly
“You got a gun! I can see it!”
“So do youYours is in your holsterMine’s in my hand and it’s pointed at your head
“The dog! Where the hell’s the dawg?”
“Indisposed
“What?”
“He looks like a good dogHe could be anything a trainer wanted him to
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